Disclaimer: I own nothing. The Biker Mice belong to their respective owner, I am nothing more than a broke college student. All you'll get is a package of Ramen noodles.
Okay, now for the fun stuff.
Title: Road Rage
Rating: PG for cursing, road rage, running red lights, speeding, parallel parking…and all around reckless driving.
Summary: Charlie decides it's time for the Guys to get a real driver's license so she signs them up for "Behind the Wheel".
A/n: (Last one I swear…) The laws considering driving may not match up… I'm using the ones from Virginia as my guide; they may not be the same as the ones in Illinois. I know I'm a bad and lazy writer.
It was a nice spring day in the city of Chicago… The pigeons were cooing and the sound of afternoon traffic filled the air. Somewhere… More specifically, Last Chance garage Rock 'n Roll filled the air. The radio was turned up so loud that anyone walking next to the speakers would have their ear drums shattered by the sound of a wailing electric guitar. If it wasn't the electric guitar, then it was the bad singing. A person with perfect pitch probably would have already shot themselves.
But all that aside, the inhabitants of Last Chance Garage were having a grand old time working on their bikes, drinking root beer, and rocking out to some good music. To them, this was a perfect way to spend a friday afternoon.
"Oh I'm sorry but it's truuuuue /You're briiingin' on the heartbreeeeaaak /Taaakin' all the best of meeeeeee/Oh can't you seeeee?" Three voices warbled inside the garage
"You're taking the best of my hearing, that's what you're taking," A slender woman with brown hair and green eyes huffed as she unplugged the radio. The awful singing was soon replaced by grumbling.
"Awww, come on Charley-girl that was my favorite song," A white-furred mouse with a plate over the right side of his face complained.
"Every song is you're favorite song as far as you're concerned," Charley answered dropping the plug on the floor. "I'm surprised the neighbors haven't called to complain yet."
"I guess we were a little out of tune. We need to take it up a half-step," A brown mouse with green sunglasses and a leather vest mused.
"What's a half-step?" A big gray mouse with a bionic arm asked, looking up from his bike.
But before the brown mouse could answer, he was interrupted by Vinnie. "Hey sweetheart, you think we're good enough to be on that show?"
"What show?" Charlie asked.
"The show where those people sing and some of them are worse than us." Vinne answered setting down his wrench in favor for the root beer in the cooler nest to him.
"Oh, oh, that one with that judge who says all those mean things to the people. Ah don't like him very much," The gray mouse growled, "Mah momma…"
"Easy big fella," The one with the sunglasses interrupted "It's the show you and Modo watch all the time."
"Oh," Modo's ears perked up at the sound of his name. He stopped growling over Simon momentarily "American Whatcha-ma-call-it. That Simon… Ah don't like him."
"I don't think anyone does," Throttle answered. "Isn't that where they guy that likes to sings about stalking people is from?"
"If I was iiiinnnnviiiisiiible!! I would lock you up…. And… and dooo stuufff!!" Vinnie howled, before Charley could answer.
Throttle clamped his hands to his ears, and then thought better of it. He delivered a swift cuff to the younger mouse's head. "That's enough, Vincent. It's not nice to insult Charley's musical tastes."
"Besides, you fuzz-faces have the words wrong, and Simon would eat you guys for lunch," Charley answered "The words are actually 'If I was invisible, I would watch you in your room', or something like that."
Throttle shrugged "It still sounds creepy either way you put it."
"What's his name, Mud?" Modo asked.
"Clay," Charley supplied "Clay Aiken."
"Same things you still add water," Vinnie replied "What's the other one's name?"
"Kelly Clarkson," Modo said "Ah like her. She's got some real talent, more so than that other guy."
"Yeah, and she's still around too," Throttle said nodding, "I hear her on the radio every once in a while."
"And she's really pretty," Vinnie added "She looks normal."
Charley rolled her eyes "Throttle, since when do you listen to Kelly Clarkson? And exactly what do you know about normal?"
He shrugged, "Whenever you listen to her CD Charley-girl. Just because I like to listen to rock 'n roll doesn't mean I'll give different music a chance."
"However, we don't give skuzzy people who watch other people in their rooms a chance because, face it sweetheart, that's just wrong," Vinnie answered.
"Ah'm against invasion of privacy myself," Modo answered "we had too much of that on Mars."
"Isn't there a law against that sort of thing here?" Throttle asked "Like an amendment?"
"Not an amendment, I don't think, but there are laws against Peeping Toms. Can we change the subject please?"
"So if this Mud---"
"Clay," Charley corrected.
"Whatever, sweetheart," Vinne answered. "The guy's still creepy, watching people in their room."
"He…It's just a song. It's not like he sits and does this in his spare time," Charley sputtered.
"Sounds like he needs to be in the slammer," Modo muttered. The three mice agreed.
"Okay, we are changing the subject. Guess what?"
"What?" Modo asked.
"I signed you three up for a Driver's Ed course." Charlie said cheerfully "So you can get your driver license."
The three mice stared at her blankly with their mouths hanging open. "I thought since you all are going to be on Earth for a while, might as well."
"Well, that's certainly changing this subject," Throttle said chuckling.
"But Charley," Modo protested "we can already drive!"
"Motorcycles, but not cars."
"What's the difference sweetheart? You're talking to one of the baddest mama jammers on this side of the Earth." Vinne boasted
"It's illegal for one thing. I'm surprised you guys haven't gotten pulled over yet."
"We can out run the police any day," Vinnie answered.
"So, if we take this class we'll be in the clear with the law?" Throttle questioned.
"If you pass. You get a 90 day temp license, and then you go to court to receive your actual license," Charlie said.
"What do we have to do to pass Charley-ma'am? I was never good at taking tests," Modo asked worriedly.
"You'll just have to drive on the course in the morning and then on the road in the afternoon. It's nothing major. Don't look so worried," Charley soothed, touching Modo's shoulder, "and it's only one day."
"Yeah, big guy. We're probably going to be the best in the class," Throttle said cheerfully. Modo's ears perked up at the sound of that.
"With a bunch of sixteen- year olds, you're probably right," Charlie agreed.
A/n: It's probably not really exciting right now… But never fear the insanity will kick in soon. Please Read and review; this is my first Biker Mice from Mars Fic. Constructive criticism is welcome, no flames preferably.